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K.R.Jones

Friday, November 26, 2010

There is a new world evolving in the bottom of my coffee cup. I have been watching it for a week now. It is dry, arid. Lifeless. The cracked plane of dried coffee crystals is coated with an oil slick. A chocolate coloured snowflake spreading outwards and upwards. Each day I look at it, and then put it back on the universe of my desk. It seems as though it belongs there, a china and acrylic paint star in orbit around the white-lit Flatron sun.

If I drowned the coffee cup world, tried to erase it from existence, it would eventually release itself from its porcelain crust. It would not dissolve; it would float to the surface, still a perfect flat disc. I allay the thoughts of ruin. I allow the world another day. Tomorrow I will look at it again. Contemplate its future. Return it to its universe next to the spent pen satellites and the single-serve milk-portion asteroid belt.

I am here but I am not here. Mostly I am not here. My body is here, I am an expert at multi-tasking. My brain and body types, carries, sorts, files and collates. My heart and soul explores, creates, wonders and longs. There I am, and yet, there I am not.

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Why I write

There are wicked demons that haunt the minds of children. Sometimes those phantoms torture their nights. The unlucky few bear their memory during daylight hours. Thankfully most of these demons are nothing more than a naïve mind trying to decipher a horror movie or a nightmare. Not for me though, not by a long shot.
Perhaps this is the makings of the most appropriate author of fantasy tales; a girl who took every opportunity to escape the constricting binds of her own harsh reality.
Sometimes the memories consume me…
Sometimes I think I even like it. I have learnt there is great joy to be had in a bright and fresh morning after a tumultuous storm, when you have had the courage to not need the lights on.
And so I write…because that is how I end up bigger than my own phantoms.
My first novel entitled "That which does not kill" is the culmination of four years of delving into the realm of the macabre. I am driven to write without fear, and leave nothing out - no matter how socially uncomfortable!